“Christmas doesn’t come from a store, maybe Christmas perhaps means a little bit more….”
― Dr. Seuss, How the Grinch Stole Christmas
“I will honor Christmas in my heart, and try to keep it all the year.”
― Charles Dickens
I sit in the quiet of my home tonight,
Amid the glow of lights on my tree.
The stockings hang empty and limp
Their loot plundered and spilled free.
The wonderment of their little eyes
In the wee hours of the morn
Accompanied with squeals, laughter,
And gratitude their hearts adorned.
Their eager hands moved rapidly
As they unwrapped each and every gift.
The cascade of discarded wrappings
Created a paper current and tidal rift.
I marveled in their unbridled joy,
Open to the magic we so easily forget,
Loving life with unencumbered hearts.
Watching them my eyes fill and cheeks are wet.
My heart squeezed tight and my mind reeled.
The years will fly by and this magic will wane,
This time is so short, too soon it will end.
My “mother’s mind” will hit replay again and again.
And as I watch them sort through toys and gifts,
I’m reminded of the greatest gift of all.
That Gift of perfect Love, Word made Flesh,
Humbled Child, our Savior – if we heed His call.
Do they know? Have I done enough?
Do my girls really comprehend?
Are they lost in their wants and Santa’s list?
The seed I planted, was it cast on the wind?
Then they both stop and turn to me.
Eyes soft, tender gazes, and in my arms they fly.
Their whispered words of love and thanks,
My heart knows, they understand why.
The gifts under our tree speak their own language,
But the love we show to one another every day,
Is a seed planted by those before us –
Those who understood and now point to the way.
The legacy of love is the seed which I planted long ago.
It will grow with time, joy, patience, and care.
Its fruit will be kindness, humanity, and peace
Whose value exceeds the store bought gifts we share.
In time, they will gather a new seed to plant
In the hopes that it, too, will bear love’s fruit.
It will grow in knowledge of its life’s Source.
A humble baby who came to pilfer sin’s loot.
Live well….and always with the Spirit of Christmas in your heart.